
to Norchiditha Ganaden now,
it’s time to stop counting the days
the days without edged
that more and more torture me
long time I have crossed the memory desert
in the beautifully shining of yours eyes
the beautifully smiling of yours
accompanying my step to walk along
the road of the heart garden
carving the memory with you now,
it’s time to stop counting the days
that torture me
I have exhausted to wait for you
in full of disappointment
so overwrought
on the beautifully roses
save thorn in the beautifully heart garden
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